A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

At the same time, in the Gryffindor lounge. While other students were busy rushing for vacation homework, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were discussing enthusiastically, and they were busy finalizing the spells that might be used in the third project.

"Almost a month later we won’t know the details of the third project, but we can’t wait until then to start." Hermione said to them. Harry noticed that she took out her little book again. He still remembered. It was full of inspiration and information that Hermione prepared for the second project.

Hermione noticed Harry's gaze, and she explained: "Some spells are very useful, but we didn't have time to learn them at the time, and now they come in handy."

"What's all there?" Ron asked with interest. "I think what I have at present is enough."

"No, it's not enough," Hermione said solemnly. "For example, in the 32nd Tournament, the Warriors were asked to find an invisible beast based on a crude map."

"It doesn't sound dangerous," Ron said. "The invisibility beast is not very aggressive."

"Oh, the danger does not come from invisible beasts, but other creatures in the mountains. What's more, in the end, the warriors explored the mountains for six weeks but found nothing. The judges had to announce that they had all failed." Hermione said.

"Six weeks? In the wild?" Ron shrank his neck.

"You can imagine how bad the Warriors are." Hermione said briefly. "They spend more time training on average..."

Ron's body trembled clearly.

"We should really be prepared," Ron said with a serious face. "Are there any good suggestions to avoid losing ourselves?"

"Survival skills in the wild, Professor Bellby has talked about this knowledge; how to deal with the common dangerous creatures in the wild, Professor Lu Ping has talked about this part...There are also amplification spells, warning spells, directional spells... I think sharp blades It’s also not bad, it can be used to clean up shrubs and build makeshift tents... I said, Ron, how is your apparition practice?"

"What?" Ron was taken aback and swallowed nervously.

"Don't look at me that way, have you never practiced since the end of last school year?" Hermione asked, staring at his face.

"Oh, uh," Ron said vaguely, "I succeeded twice, remember?"

"That was last year, if you haven't practiced since then..." Hermione looked at him harshly.

"What about you?" Ron couldn't help asking back.

"I will do it a long time ago," Hermione said. "Of course, it's not as good as Harry..."

Ron looked down at her dejectedly, "So, I have one more task than you? Harry, I need your help, Harry?"

Harry looked up from the book "Famous Wizards and Their Patronus", his expression drowsy.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked strangely.

"The professor asked me to find time to practice the patron saint spell." Harry said with a yawn.

"Guardian spell? Why?"

Harry shrugged. "The professor said this magic has a lot of potential."

...

After almost a week, the number of people in the Ministry of Magic gradually increased, and the staff returned one after another and officially went to work.

Felix's special training is also on the right track. The Aurors and the hitters who are the most advanced have begun to try to merge the flame magic text and the flame curse. At this point, the difficulty has become the control of the magic power and the two. The time for fusion is now, which is not difficult for the elites of the Ministry of Magic.

Kingsley and Dawlish were the first to succeed. For them, the power of a single spell might not be a big deal, but they faced a whole magic system.

Everyone valued this rare opportunity, and Felix quietly spread his influence to the most important force of the Ministry of Magic.

He looked back on his experience these few days, and there was no conflict with Scrimgeour's lunch. Scrimgeour didn't even mention Yaxley, he just took out a letter of appointment as a consultant to the Ministry of Magic.

"Honorary consultant? What's the use?" Felix asked, looking at the content above, he didn't find anything like a magic contract.

"An extra income, and the right to advise and supervise certain things." Scrimgeour said in a seductive tone, "If you plan to enter politics, this will be an important qualification."

Felix shrugged and took it.

One afternoon, Felix once again explained the meaning of the "flowing" magic text to everyone, and Professor Marcheban found him and asked him to participate in a meeting.

When Felix walked into the meeting room on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, it was already full of people. These people wear fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left front chest. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, while others made no secret of their curiosity.

His gaze flicked past the wizards, and his gaze stopped for a while on Dumbledore's half-moon glasses and the dark yellow-green bowler hat on Fudge's table.

Wiesenjamo... Felix faintly guessed. He walked up to the empty seat next to Professor Macchiban with a calm air, lowered his head and whispered, "What do I need to do?"

"You don't need to do anything!" Professor Marchbank said loudly, and she looked across. "Dumbledore, can you start?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said happily, Fudge looked very disturbed, and he took a striped handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore opened a document on the table, cleared his throat, and said in a loud voice: "As the chief wizard of Wiesengarmore, I, Albus Percival Woolfrick Bryan Dumb Lido, summon all the wizards of Wisengamao to discuss and decide on Gusrda Macchiban’s proposal to decide whether to accept Felix Haipu and become one of us."

The wizards present were talking a lot.

Felix smiled slightly, leaned back in the chair, and waited quietly. After a few minutes, the discussion gradually subsided, and Dumbledore spoke again, "Please state the reason for the sponsor of the proposal."

The little Professor Macchiban stood up, straightened her somewhat hunched body, and said loudly, "Each of you has a document in front of you, so I just focus on the point that Felix Hap is in many areas. He has made an outstanding contribution and he deserves to be one of us!"

"After Felix Hepp took over the Hogwarts Ancient Magic Text Professor, he has shown superb teaching and academic standards for two consecutive years. You can check the transcript on pages 15 and 16."

There was a rustle in the conference room, and then several suppressed exclamations came from the crowd.

"This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible!" Professor Macchiban said, "Just before, I went to the school to investigate with the vice president of the Ancient Magic Association, Heidestrang Villa. I can guarantee that the above mentioned Nothing is false in the information!"

"We believe you won't exaggerate anything about this kind of thing, Professor Marchban," said Amelia Burns, who was sitting next to Fudge. She wore monocle eyes and her voice was loud and deep. She soothed Professor Macchiban, and then looked at Felix with inquiring eyes.

"Then I will continue to say that Felix Haipu has achieved remarkable results in the field of memory therapy. The plan he has developed has become the most effective treatment for memory impairment in St. Mungo. Many patients who have been judged by the therapist to be unable to recover return to health. Ms. Dorothea Boham can testify"

"Ahem!" A voice came from the corner, and Dorothea Boham, the former dean of St. Mungo, said solemnly: "I can testify. In fact, the data on the patient in the file was provided by me. "

There was another sound of flipping documents. No one raised objections this time. Felix was awarded the Merlin Medal for this contribution. Everyone knew about it. They just wanted to see more details.

The meeting continues

"Felix Haip calmed the riots at the Quidditch World Cup and saved the Ministry of Magic's reputation." Professor Marcheban said loudly. The echoes around him became louder, and Fudge grumbled ugly.

Professor Macchiban exclaimed: "I didn't see any recognition afterwards. This incident is totally worthy of a Merlin Medal."

Fudge wiped his sweat and had to explain: "Uh, I think... At that time, we were busy investigating and collecting evidence. There were hundreds of violent wizards in the ministry, most of them were from abroad. They must be handled with care... otherwise it will be easy. Lead to an international dispute..."

Professor Macchiban snorted loudly.

"There is also the center of recent public opinion. Compared to you, Felix Haipu is no stranger to the new value of ancient magic texts. We have reason to believe that his contribution is comparable to the creation of a brand new magic system!"

"Geselda...this matter still needs to be discussed," Fudge said, fiddled with the documents in his hand nervously. "Of course, I don't disagree... It's just too early, and we need to observe for a few more years..."

Macchiban ignored him either. She closed the file in her hand and glanced around, "I think these are enough. Now I have only one question, why do we have to refuse such a person to join Wisengamao? ?"

The meeting room became quieter, and they looked around, as if waiting for others to express their opinions.

At this time, Amelia Burns looked up from the document, "I have a few questions to ask Mr. Felix Hap, just out of curiosity... it has nothing to do with the theme of this meeting, no I agree with him to enter Wiesengamo."

"Ms. Bones, I'm sitting here for questions." Felix said.

"I heard that the Patronus spell is one of your best spells? Have you ever defeated hundreds of dementors?"

The surrounding wizards began to whisper, and many people showed expressions of appreciation.

"Yes."

"You still have some kind of magic to destroy dementors? Is it ancient magic?"

"Well, you can think so." Felix nodded slightly, at least the zoom curse was ancient magic.

"Then you know they are employees of the Ministry of Magic?" Amelia Burns looked at him with a stern expression.

"Yes, I also know that they lost control more than once," Felix said quietly, "not counting Hogwarts' two, even a similar vicious incident happened in Azkaban." He quoted. There was a noisy discussion.

"Is it true?" someone asked in a low voice.

"It's true," Ms. Burns agreed. "I have always opposed using dementors to guard the wizarding prison. This is no different from that."

"Cough cough cough!" Fudge coughed violently. "Gentlemen and ladies, we are digressing. The practice of choosing dementors as wizard prison guards has been going on for hundreds of years. They are excellent in most cases. After completing the task, some mistakes occasionally can be forgiven."

"Excellent? Excellent!?"

Professor Macchiban glared at Fudge, seeming to want to fight with him.

Dumbledore asked in a timely manner: "Are there any questions before the formal vote?"

"I have a question." A wizard raised his hand and asked with a smile: "I will help my granddaughter to ask, when will the jade crown of the'Future World' company be discounted?"

Many people laughed lowly.

At this time, Fudge gestured to a witch with his eyes, and Dolores Umbridge groaned secretly. She hesitated for a few seconds, but still couldn't give up the temptation to return to the center of power.

"That's it," she said in a whispering voice, and several people around immediately frowned. "I am full of admiration for Mr. Haipu's establishment of the "Future World" company. As we all know, it has become the entire British magical world. It’s the largest company, and there is probably "She glanced quickly at the parchment on the table, "One hundred and forty-seven?"

"You know better than the boss of my company. It's really hard work for you." Felix said calmly, making Umbridge shiver with fright.

There was a sweet smile on her face. "I'm curious...what are you recruiting so many people for? As far as I know, this company is still hiring people. At this rate, in about two or three years, the number of people in the "Future World" company will exceed that of the Ministry of Magic. NS……"

"Well," Felix said calmly, "because it doesn't live up to my expectations."

"Expected? IMHO, do you expect more than the Ministry of Magic?"

"I don't care about it," Felix said. "You may have forgotten, Umbridge, "Future World" is not the largest company in the UK."

"Excuse me? I can't think of anything else"

"Gringotts." Felix uttered a name, and the expression on Umbridge's face seemed to be forced to swallow a fly.

The wizard's expression in the conference room eased.

"My position for the'Future World' company is a multinational company, and the company's blueprint has never been limited to one or two countries, but every wizard gathering place in the world~www.readwn.com~ Felix said," Where you can’t see, all employees of the company are working towards a common goal. "

"This common goal is...?" Umbridge held his breath.

"It's printed on the flyer of the "Future World" company," Felix said slowly. "It seems that your homework is not meticulous enough."

Umbridge stopped speaking.

"Then, let's vote with a show of hands." Dumbledore looked around and said. After speaking, he was the first to raise his hand.

A few minutes later, the proposal regarding Felix's entry into Wiesengamo passed unanimously.

"Very well," Dumbledore said happily. "Then, please take the seat of the new members of Wissengamer, and we will start the second topic, which I will raise."

Fudge's face trembled suddenly, not because of fear, but anger, and he stared at Dumbledore, his fat, thick fingers twisted. Dumbledore seemed to have not seen it. He calmly stated his subject: "About the return of Voldemort and the upcoming Second Wizarding War."